Warning: Very Short.

I stare up at the vast sky, counting the stars. It's funny though, because after a few minutes I always lose track. Not that I mind. I can just start again. Anything to keep my mind off things. Anything to prevent my thoughts from carrying too far…but even this, counting the stars….reminds me…

Is Prim up there? Is my father? Are they watching me right now? Are they happy? Another chapter in my life is about to come and go without them. I know I should be happy. That's usually how it works the day you marry the Love of Your Life. But I guess that's rather hard when there is no flower girl, no father to walk you down the aisle…

Of course I am happy, I can't say that. For some reason, despite the heavy sadness weighing me down, I'm the happiest I've ever been. It is as if today, this very night, I have finally won the war. Not the day we took over the Capital. Not the day I killed Coin. Not the day Snow died. No, today is the true victory.

They say we are hero's. But they're wrong. A hero is someone who can go through what we went through, and be able to piece your life back together. A hero is someone who can go out and marry, have children and grow old after such a dark time. That is why today's the true victory, because despite the Capitals efforts to tear the happiness and love from everyone…from me and Peeta….we still did it in the end…

Suddenly the door is open and Portia is there. Even the reminder that Cinna could not be here with me, to design my dress, to get me through this day, makes me sad. Portia understands this and tenderly reaches into her pocket and takes out my Pin.

And just like some many years ago, she places it on my dress in the very spot Cinna once put it.

I smile in appreciation, swiping a few tears from my eyes. She smiles back and doesn't say anything, but I know by the way she looks at me she can see I'm still upset. But she doesn't know why. Well, of course she has an idea – all the people I've lost in this war, it would be hard not to guess. But what she doesn't know is the terrible sadness and dread I feel at this very moment, as I wait for my cue to walk down the aisle, fatherless and alone…

She shakes her head slowly at me. Before I can ask what she is trying to tell me, the door is opening and my breath hitches. Haymitch, groomed and lovelier than I've ever seen before, holds out a hand to me. I know immediately what he is saying, and I am overwhelmed with gratitude it chokes me.

"May I?"

I can't speak. Tears sparkle in my eyes as I look at his elbow, then to him.

"Of course."

His warm elbow wraps around my own and I am surprised at how much more secure and safe I feel. How much happier I am. He is not my father, he is not a replacement…he is simply Haymitch, my mentor, my good friend and as close to a father I have now.

He gives my arm a reassuring squeeze and pushes the doors open. And as soon as we begin to walk, as soon as I look at Peeta, I know I was wrong.

Prim isn't in the stars. Cinna isn't in the sky. Father isn't gone. They are all here now, and if I close my eyes hard enough, I can see them. I can feel their presence. Prim is everyone, in the Primroses scattered around the room and about the floor. Cinna is in the Pin, in every design on my dress, and all about me. As for my father, well, he's walking me down the aisle now, I know he is. It may be Haymitch's arm around my own, but I know it his strength that actually carries one foot in front of the other.

I smile at Haymitch as he gives my hand over to Peeta. And then there, in Peeta's smile, in his bright blue eyes, I see myself. I see my life, and what it's made of, and I know I have done it.

I've finally won this war.